When I was on cloud cuckoo land suffering from amphetimine psychosis and too much acid as a teen..
I spent a summer living in a tent. and I used to travel round with my sleeping bag rolled up hanging around my neck from a peice of string because I thought it made me look like him, and playing the kung fu theme on my bamboo flute as I walked along!
(The invisable manIs having a long lazy soak in search,
Tue 19 Feb 2013, 18:40,
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I hope you found the spiritual peace you sought by regularly kicking the shit out of small-town villains.
But I did always used to write pointy snide revues on note paper of ever pub meal I had and leave it on the plate folded in half, on the out side I would always write "TIP, for the cook book and not the bank book" if that counts!
(The invisable manIs having a long lazy soak in search,
Tue 19 Feb 2013, 18:50,
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Un-ber-feckin-lievable.
Well done...
(Jabberwocmisses D.R. and Quinch,
Tue 19 Feb 2013, 18:53,
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Haha!
I always strugled at the time to understand why people didn't like me very much!
(The invisable manIs having a long lazy soak in search,
Tue 19 Feb 2013, 18:57,
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